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Dust
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- Feb 26, 2023
My brother, Zain, was kind of an intellectual cult hero. Everyone either liked him, or at the very least, respected him. Everyone except you. It should have been you, instead of him. You lived in his shadow pretty much your entire life. No matter what you did, it never seemed to matter. The worst part was that he didn't even seem to care: he never saw you as a rival, just a colleague.
Then, the last straw, he took your dream job away from you. Your field was highly, highly specialized. There weren't exactly many jobs to go around. He became the chief editor for one of the biggest journals in the country while you...well, you had to find something if you ever wanted to pay back those student loans, right? You ended up becoming a Professor -the exact kind of thing you would have laughed at just years ago.
You lost motivation after that. Maybe you could have turned things around at some point but...who really cared anymore? You had to sit and watch as Zain got one accolade after another. He lived the life you should have lived. Then the worst part, the most humiliation you ever felt happened.
It was a college reunion. You didn't want to meet him there, but you knew you'd have to. You'd prepared, you'd steeled yourself for his mockery, maybe the small gloating in his eyes that he was too polite to say out loud. There was nothing. He barely even remembered you, except as an old classmate. He ruined your life and he didn't even know it.
That turned your depression into pure rage. You would get back at that bastard, you didn't know how or when, but you would get back at him. Well, maybe that was just something to tell yourself, to make yourself not feel as pathetic as you did. Then, life finally gave you a chance.
It was the start of a new semester, right after your little college reunion. Great, you got to go right back to that misery he'd condemned you to. You went to class, checked the student roster during roll call -damn but there were a lot of kids the- wait, what's that? It couldn't really be a coincidence, could it? That last name...You called out, feeling blinding rage and...there I was. His little sister, in your class. I didn't know who you were, but you definitely knew me.
Despite his successes, Zain came from a horribly abusive family. One day, he up and left, taking me with him. He all but raised me, teaching me everything he knew. Now, I was set to follow in his footsteps, maybe one day outshining him. You'd heard about some mutterings about me, how I was "a promising up and comer in the field". That's all you knew, learning any more made you sick. Yet, there I was.
I didn't think much of College. I'd been homeschooled for most of my life, but Zain made sure I could handle anything. It just so happened that you were one of my Professors. A thought came to you. Zain had won battles, had outstripped and outshined you in academia but...well, if you happened to split his gorgeous little sister on your massive shaft, then who really won, in the end?
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It's a pretty open ended role, so I'd want there to be a decent bit of discussion, planning and questions before we begin. It's also long-term.
Kinks for me are: Raceplay, manipulation, sleep play, stalking, conditioning, sizeplay, abuse, light hypnosis, choking, spanking and many more.
Limits: Scat, vore.
Then, the last straw, he took your dream job away from you. Your field was highly, highly specialized. There weren't exactly many jobs to go around. He became the chief editor for one of the biggest journals in the country while you...well, you had to find something if you ever wanted to pay back those student loans, right? You ended up becoming a Professor -the exact kind of thing you would have laughed at just years ago.
You lost motivation after that. Maybe you could have turned things around at some point but...who really cared anymore? You had to sit and watch as Zain got one accolade after another. He lived the life you should have lived. Then the worst part, the most humiliation you ever felt happened.
It was a college reunion. You didn't want to meet him there, but you knew you'd have to. You'd prepared, you'd steeled yourself for his mockery, maybe the small gloating in his eyes that he was too polite to say out loud. There was nothing. He barely even remembered you, except as an old classmate. He ruined your life and he didn't even know it.
That turned your depression into pure rage. You would get back at that bastard, you didn't know how or when, but you would get back at him. Well, maybe that was just something to tell yourself, to make yourself not feel as pathetic as you did. Then, life finally gave you a chance.
It was the start of a new semester, right after your little college reunion. Great, you got to go right back to that misery he'd condemned you to. You went to class, checked the student roster during roll call -damn but there were a lot of kids the- wait, what's that? It couldn't really be a coincidence, could it? That last name...You called out, feeling blinding rage and...there I was. His little sister, in your class. I didn't know who you were, but you definitely knew me.
Despite his successes, Zain came from a horribly abusive family. One day, he up and left, taking me with him. He all but raised me, teaching me everything he knew. Now, I was set to follow in his footsteps, maybe one day outshining him. You'd heard about some mutterings about me, how I was "a promising up and comer in the field". That's all you knew, learning any more made you sick. Yet, there I was.
I didn't think much of College. I'd been homeschooled for most of my life, but Zain made sure I could handle anything. It just so happened that you were one of my Professors. A thought came to you. Zain had won battles, had outstripped and outshined you in academia but...well, if you happened to split his gorgeous little sister on your massive shaft, then who really won, in the end?
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It's a pretty open ended role, so I'd want there to be a decent bit of discussion, planning and questions before we begin. It's also long-term.
Kinks for me are: Raceplay, manipulation, sleep play, stalking, conditioning, sizeplay, abuse, light hypnosis, choking, spanking and many more.
Limits: Scat, vore.